[h3]Edward Evans, roughly 50 feet above the ground[/h3]

To say that Edward's first experience with inter-dimensional travel had been a pleasant one would be a lie. To put it simply, the jaunt had felt like someone had stuffed Evans into a man-sized laundry dryer for 30 minutes. As a result, he came out the other end of the portal disoriented and ready to vomit. Adding onto that, he was completely unaware as to just how far he was from the surface. Then it hit him. Or, to be more accurate, he hit the ground. The impact did a spectacular job of both launching a great deal of dust into the air around him, and getting Mr. Evans back to his senses.

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[i]Well, that was a soft landing. Odd.[/i] While it certainly made little sense as to why the fall had been practically painless, very little of the past half-hour had made any sense whatsoever. At least it was consistent in that regard. Now that he no longer felt like emptying his bowels, Edward lifted his head out of the sand, and went about getting his bearings. Somehow, he'd wound up in a town that looked like it came straight out of an old Western movie; it had the works: sand, cows, cowboys, old fashioned buildings, ect. [i]I suppose it could be worse. At least I'm not in Winnipeg.[/i]

With that out of the way, Mr. Evans pulled himself into a sitting position, whereupon he finally noticed that something was very, very wrong. First off, his clothes had somehow been replaced by some sort of blue bodysuit, with angular vein-like designs scattered here and there. However, upon further inspection, it seemed that describing it as a bodysuit was somewhat inaccurate. It was more like a second layer of skin, which had an odd metallic feel to it, and was surprisingly comfortable. Secondly, the 'suit' bore the same eyeball emblem he'd seen on the canister from before, emblazoned right over his sternum. If he were to hazard a guess, the peculiar cloud that had attacked him was responsible for this somehow. Finally, he felt up his face, and discovered that it was almost entirely smooth, save for two protrusions where his ears were, along with a rigid head crest. 

[i]Well, for starters, I look a bit out of place. Locals don't seem to mind, though.[/i] While Mr. Evans didn't know it himself, the folks around here were rather accustomed to odd happenings and peculiar individuals. [i]Anywho, there's gotta be someone who knows where here is, and how to get back where I should be. Bartenders have answers for just aboot everything, so let's start with that.[/i] Thus, Edward got up, shook the remaining sand off his body, and proceeded to make his way inside the nearest bar. 

Strolling up to the counter, Edward almost ordered a bottle of whiskey, only to recall that the 'suit' was still covering his mouth. As he currently had no way of removing it, drinking would be impossible.

[i]Well, that's just lovely.[/i] Sighing in resignation, Evans skipped to the next thing on his to-do list. "So, you willing to answer a few questions for me, if it's not too much trouble?"